Walder Frey
Walder Frey was woken by the sound of his new young bride screaming in the great hall. The pretty thing was covered in blood that matched her pretty red hair. She was weeping in hysterics screaming about wolves in the forest while one of his daughters tried to calm her. He beckoned the maester over who tried to get her to drink some sweet sleep. She shoved him away with a scream and fainted.
"Get her to her room," he said with a wave. The pretty little thing would drive the whole keep in hysterics.
Everything had gone to hell since Tywin Lannister died, the Brotherhood and Brynden Tully had retaken Riverrun. The Brotherhood and that thrice damned pack of wolves had chipped away at their numbers. Now some dragon Queen had appeared with the lost Starks at her back refusing to even speak to his diplomatic party. His house was doomed.
Dragons, who could have seen that coming? Since the red wedding death and doom had been stalking his family. If his house was to end he would make sure the Starks and Targaryens would pay for every life. Blood for blood.
Elmar and Shirei helped some guards guide his wife to her chambers. Black Walder was around somewhere, the vicious cunt. He would live long enough to make sure his house ended while he still clutched to life. He started to shout orders.
"No one leaves the keep until morning. I want archers on the ramparts constantly patrolling, traps will be set up all along the forest. And someone get me to my room."
Elmar had returned and helped him to his room, the boy was a good egg. He might not be his son, but he was his blood.
"The Lady Frey is still sleeping, shall I place a guard outside her door?"
"We need our men watching the woods, not my wife. Call the maester if she goes into hysterics again." Walder said with a wave of his hand.
"Of course father." Elmar bowed a bit and left.
Walder drifted off to sleep and woke with his young wife humming in bed next to him. She was sewing something and tucked snugly into bed beside him. Walder opened his weary eyes and saw that she was stitching a messy wolf.
"Keep it down," he snapped and tried to fall asleep, but she continued with her humming. He rolled over and pinched her arm, "I said shut up you fool girl. Go to sleep, your stitches are messy and you're keeping me up."
"You're right my lord Frey, but then again I am using the wrong needle." She turned and drew a long thin blade from under the bed. Grey eyes met his and it was no longer his wife but another girl. Beautiful with dark brown locks and sharp steel grey eyes.
He was about to cry out but she brought the blade to his throat as quick as a snake. She smiled sweetly and sliced his throat. He tried to call out but only managed a slight gurgling noise when she started to cut into his chest.
"My name is Arya Stark, Wardeness of the North. This is for my brother, his men, and my mother. You're heart is for the gods, withered and useless as it is."
Shadows crept in around his eyes and the pain started to ebb away, she held his gaze. The last thing Walder Frey saw were her steel grey eyes.
"Valar Morghulis."